Ever since I got cancer, I have never denied myself time to chill out. If there's a weekend when I have no plans, and I want to wallow away a few hours watching old movie classics or listen to music, I do it. I refuse to feel guilty about it. At one point, the laundry and the dishes will get done. But the joy of the moment can't wait. I hate to admit it, but I've become somewhat of a slacker--at least when I'm not punched into a time clock.
The reason I indulge in such guilty pleasures is because the very act of doing nothing but feel joy is the antithesis of stress. There are enough moments I live through that send my blood pressure skyrocketing. Stress causes illness. And who would have thought I'd have to worry about blood pressure and cholesterol anyway? I cannot believe I have to go to the doctor every three months to get blood work checked! Apparently, my cholesterol and blood sugar levels are on the line.
Hey I'm 54, it happens. So damn it, I'm going to have fun as much as possible. I'm going to be hedonistic and grab as much pleasure that I can get--be it going out with my friends, playing with my cats, or going for a long walk along the river. The dirty laundry will just have to wait.